#(amaya.)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛    there’s    no    going    back,    the    bag    is    packed    —    goodbye    hellish    sack.    ❜

One thing Harley had in common with his mom was that they both had spring birthdays! It was what brought him to the bakery today. His mom was having a small party tonight and his dad had asked him to pick up the cake, which had already been ordered. It was fairly busy in the bakery today, and once it was Harley's turn at the front counter he discovered the cake wasn't quite ready yet. "Ten minutes" The employee informed him, holding up all of their fingers so he could understand. He nodded, signed "thank you", and went to find somewhere to sit. There weren't a lot of open tables, so he found himself having to pick a table that was next to someone else. "Do you mind if I sit here?" He asked her, before motioning to the chair that was next to her.